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Lyrics: S. H. Tow
Music: Antonin Dvorak

Lord, here I take my cross now to follow Thee,
Worldly gain, empty fame are but dross to me.
Men may sneer, men may jeer, pain may come or stay;
Naught can cause me to stray from the narrow way,
Thro’ His word, by His grace, I would faithful be;
Till at last I reach home, there’s a crown for me,
A bright crown for me, Yes, a crown for me.

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Lyrics: Annie L. Coghill
Music: Lowell Mason

Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work ’mid springing flowers;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man’s work is done.

Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute,
Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work, while the night is darkening,
When man’s work is o’er.

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